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The Bug - Skeng
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Bug
The Bug
Composer
Flowdan
Flowdan
Lyrics
Killa P
Killa P
Lyrics

Lyrics

E mi number num one) x3 I nom i nom one (I'm number one) x3 (Verse one) This one dedicated to all badman Whether ya from Manchester or London Whether ya from north London or Brixton (?) push up in a hand Fi nom i nom two Si flow dan a killa road show All my brothers are mi roll deep bro You don't wanna brush or step on wi shoe You know I say true Mi nom i nom three Put in the Ganja take out the seed For all a me intelligent people Pon di road side we a smoke weed Yes indeed, thats what we need, Four, one time we talk and nah talk no more Sight dem boy and wi kick off the door Kick of dem door and wi run up wid tha four four You don't wana see the four four Five, bust my gun and them nah stay alive, Tek 'way ya son I might tek 'way your wife, (And you dun kno say mi a go still ago stab with knife, Tell dem mi nom in nom six, Dem walk with knife when we walk with sticks, Killa man mi ago done some pricks, Done some pricks wid tha M one six, Tell dem (babylon?) seven, How much gun (wi got?) bust wid da seven Man don't wanna get us wid da seven, Cos ya only gonna get eleven (Something something) eight Bust my gunshot boy at the gate, Wi don't really care it's early or late, Badman man real we nah fake Straight, mi nom i nom i nom nine, Tec wid da nine, SW9, tec nine and a tec nine Boy dem can't dis mi it's fine, if a boy fuck wi mine, Then I get the ten, mac ten, Fi nom i nom ten, tell dem already Nah tell dem again No problem (Chorus) Um, skeng, skeng, skeng Mi a killa man bust off the big skeng Skeng, skeng, skeng Mi a killa man wi load the big skeng Car, car, car, Skeng pon road, no skeng in car Car, car, car Mi a killa man roll in a car, Road, road, road, (Walk inna something something) and I walk with sword, Sword, sword, sword, Shot inna face like dart in a board, Real, real, real Bullet fly through bumper, whole windscreen Screen, screen, screen Who can't hear dem (woman ago feel) (Verse 2) [Puuuuusssyole dem nah know me] See mi pon di roadside rolling Like say ya feel ya cyan roll in We have da machine ready for dem, Ready for dem, No make me ave fe stroll in, When the big dogs roll in, You don't want see when gunshot start beat It will be like when dog'a eat tripe Come a to stop a whole lotta dem, Tell you d'truth se mi nah care bout dem, Cah we me duppy de duppy de duppy (cah instead of 'cos) De duppy de duppy dem Me ago send bad duppy fe dem Man a bad a man from a long time, I swear down you can ask all a de people dem, Look inna mi face, brother man you don't wanna see man when wi get evil then, Then, then, then, You don't wanna see me get evil, Evil, evil, evil, Worse, worse, worse, Shot inna face make you send for the nurse, Nurse, nurse, nurse, Doctor can't fix ya send for the hearse, Hearse, hearse, hearse, Doctor can't fix you send fe de hearse, Black, black, black, Funeral start everybody in a black, Poper in a suit and muma in a frock, Lines 1-9 of verse 2 repeated.
Writer(s): Kevin Richard Martin, Dan Flow, P Killa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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